Could I fall in love with another girl?
As Brenda drove me to Karen's eighteenth birthday party, that question lingered in my mind. I knew that I desired children and that I wanted to bring them up with a man in a loving relationship. However, I felt that was still years away; even though I was already older than my mother was when she gave birth to me and my sister.
I didn’t want to be like Brenda. In strict confidence, she had told me that she regretted not having children with Hugo.
"Perhaps this would be different," she lamented, without providing any details.
Once again, I thought of David; he wanted children, but he was certainly not ready. There were too many things going on in his life: work, Sarah, me, learning to live in his flat, and perhaps the biggest one—he still often behaved like a child!
The thought brought a smile to my face, despite my nervousness and constant fidgeting in the car. Tonight, I was worried about meeting Karen’s family and the possibility of being outed by my femme girlfriend that we were in a lesbian relationship. For this party, I just wanted to blend into the background and sit quietly in the corner—something that was so unlike me.
We were also late—maybe more fashionable late than just plain late, but that was adding to my nervousness. I certainly didn’t want to draw attention to myself; I just wanted to slip into the social club hall and watch Karen and her family enjoy themselves.
A few minutes later, Brenda’s car pulled into a hotel’s car park just up the road from where the party was being held. I asked her if I looked alright, a question I had asked several times on the journey over.
“You look fucking marvellous, my dear.”
Brenda was clearly growing tired of answering the same question repeatedly. But in my nervous state, all I could think was that somewhere along the route, my status had dropped from "you look fucking hot" to "just fucking marvellous."
“Are you sure this dress is alright?”
I was wearing a slightly flared, red and white party dress that finished above my knee. It wasn’t my style. I thought the dress would be better suited for a younger girl with less of a womanly figure. As it was, my tits which were contained within a lacy red bra were making their presence known. They were bulging somewhat impressively upwards, and on any other night, I would have been pleased.
Brenda chuckled. “My dear, you can always take it off—and go in fucking naked if you want to!”
I smiled; that was all I was going to get from my older bull lesbian girlfriend. She had purchased this dress to show me off at Rainbow’s. It had been hanging in the huge wardrobe she had for me in her private dressing room at her apartment.
Brenda turned and put her hand on my bare thigh. “Clare, I am sure you will enjoy tonight,” she warmly stated. “And don’t forget, I will pick you up at eleven; I’ll be parked right here.”
As she spoke, Brenda ran her fingers up my inner thigh. Her action sent a tingling sensation to my pussy, my nervousness suddenly disappeared, and my thighs almost automatically spread open.
Brenda chuckled at my reaction. Then she moved across and kissed me; as she did so, her fingers were brushing my red lace panties, which caused me to flinch in anticipation.
“Now hold that thought, and go and fucking enjoy yourself.”
After the party, I was staying the night at Brenda’s. All evening, she had been teasing me about a new strap-on dildo she had purchased just to use on me. My older girlfriend had even given it a name, Clare’s BR.
“BR,” I had innocently said, thinking only of British Rail.
“Battering Ram,” Brenda chuckled and then refused to say anymore. She told me I had to wait until tonight.
Brenda seemed to know me so well, I thought. That name implied so much, and its connotation has been eating into my pussy ever since. I was horny, despite fucking Karen earlier.
I jumped out of the car, looked back at Brenda, and blew her a kiss. Then I walked briskly the short distance along the road before crossing it and entering the social club where Karen’s birthday party was taking place.
*****
With a deep breath, I walked into the large event room, not expecting to know anyone there other than Karen, her best friend Shana, whom I had met twice, and her mother, Trish, whom I had met once. Thankfully, her mum saw me and, with a smiling face, came straight over.
“Hello Clare, I am pleased you were able to come tonight, as Karen has lately been talking a lot about you.” I tried not to blush when Trish said those words. Behind her, I noticed, was a table where you were meant to put Karen’s birthday present.
My gaze returned to Trish. “I gave my present to Karen earlier today; I didn’t know I was meant to do it here.” With those words, I was sure my face turned a little rosy, especially as my dirty mind had the sudden image of her daughter wriggling naked under me.
Trish smiled. “Yes, Karen told me she saw you today while out shopping. Come, I will introduce you to the rest of the family.”
With that, we walked over to a line of people sitting at a long table.
First, I was introduced to Karen’s dad, John, the same name as my father, but that was where the similarities stopped. This John was older, shorter, and had grey hair; my dad was tall and looked younger than his thirty-seven years.
With his eyes briefly looking at my chest, I shook hands with John and then was introduced to Steve, Karen’s older brother. He was another ginger; his hair the same colour as my girlfriend's. With him was his girlfriend, Sarah, though she looked very different from the blonde, leggy Sarah I knew.
This Sarah was around five feet tall, had dark hair, and carried a little extra weight. I immediately liked her, as she was chatty, and when we parted, it felt like we were already friends.
Last in line was Karen’s younger sister, Jane, who immediately told me she was nearly fifteen.
I smiled. It wasn’t that long ago when I used to say the same thing, trying to make myself older than I was. Jane was the spitting image of her older sister, whom I had still not seen despite looking out for her.
Trish must have noticed me looking for her, “Karen is about somewhere; come, and do help yourself.”
With that, a large glass of sparkling wine was given to me.
With the formal introductions over, I relaxed and shrunk into a seat in the corner of the room. There was still no sign of Karen or her best friend, Shana. I guessed that they were outside or in a side room, with my girlfriend telling her best friend what happened earlier in the day.
In the past, in nervous times like this, I would have normally lit a cigarette. It gave my hands something to do, but not tonight. Though there were quite a few smokers inside, I wanted to give a good impression, and I wasn’t sure any of Karen’s close family smoked. Yes, I was also giving up, but that was proving a little harder than I originally thought, especially in situations like now.
With my drink in my hand, I had a chance to survey the large, energetic room. With a visual count, I estimated there were around eighty partygoers, most of whom were a lot older than me. Hugging the red leather bench seats on three of the room sides were tables, their long tablecloths covering them, their colour similar to that of my dress.
On the far side was a packed bar, and next to that was the door to the exit and the bathrooms. A buffet was opposite me; it was next door to the table with the presents on, and I now noticed that on the wall behind it, there were a few photos of Karen when she was much younger.
I went over and looked at them, and I couldn’t help smiling as it confirmed one thing: unlike me, Karen had always been pretty. With a touch of melancholy, I thought back ten and a half months to my eighteenth birthday.
There had been no party, and therefore, thankfully, no old photos of me. We went for a family meal at a nice restaurant in the city. As well as my family, Jaz was there, and Alan... My mind drifted back to my former boyfriend; it was the first time I had thought of him in a month.
I was in a far happier place now as I had David, Brenda, and, of course, Karen. My brief, glum mood evaporated as it suddenly occurred to me how many regular sexual partners I now had. It made me realise that Alan never had a chance to keep me sexually satisfied, no wonder I regularly cheated on him; he didn’t have a chance.
With no sign of Karen, I refreshed my glass of bubbly, then retook my seat and once again started to survey the room. Trish was helping two older people at the not-yet-open buffet; I later found out that they were Karen’s grandparents.
There was also a whole gaggle of smaller girls running around—younger cousins, I was told. In the opposite corner, a deejay had set up his equipment. I assumed the music would start after the food and speech.
It was at that moment that I noticed Karen. She had just walked into the room, and for the second time in the day, I was speechless as my eyes locked on her. She looked beautiful and was still just as innocent!
As she chatted with an older couple, my eyes devoured her, as in my mind I remembered earlier, lying under me as I fucked her.
It did not surprise me that she wore a yellow party dress similar to mine. It was her style. On her feet were high-heeled white shoes; her ginger hair had a white ribbon in it; and around her wrist was the silver charm bracelet I had given her earlier in the day. Seeing it there made my heart leap, only for me to immediately remind myself that I could not fall in love with another girl. Then, in the next moment, she saw me, and her face lit up— and her happiness beamed at me.
Did I mean that much to her? I thought.
She finished her conversation and skipped over to me. This felt different and strange; we had only been together three hours ago, yet it felt like we had been apart for days. Though we were in a closeted relationship, part of me suddenly wanted to announce it to the world.
I didn’t understand; I didn’t love Karen—couldn't we just be like I had been with Jaz, girlfriends who fucked each other?
“How long have you been here?” Karen asked, clearly excited. She was enjoying her party.
“I just arrived, and I have just met all your family before sitting here,” I replied, which was half true. “I am taking in the surroundings; it is a nice party.”
“There is a disco later,” Shana announced as she joined us, her boyfriend, Tom, in tow.
She knew about Karen and me dating, though I wasn’t sure if she had yet been made aware of what happened earlier today. For the next ten minutes, the four of us chatted before Shana and Tom left us; they seemed to know that we wanted some time alone.
Karen sat down with me, and we talked a little more, but privately.
“Thank you again for my presents, all three of them,” Karen whispered with a giggle.
She was talking about the silver charm bracelet, the lady shaver, and her most important present, losing her virginity to me.
I grinned like a Cheshire cat. I couldn’t help it, though I felt silly.
“It was a pleasure,” I said, though next time it will be without the uniform.
Karen just smiled and said, “We see.”
Just then, Karen got called away by her mum who wanted to introduce Karen to another guest. After acknowledging, Karen moved close and whispered, “Meet me at nine in the girl’s bathroom, as there is something that I want to show you.” With that coded message, she was gone. I had no idea what she was talking about; it would be another hour before I would find out.
A tall, middle-aged, and slightly overweight lady approached carrying an unopened bottle of sparkling wine.
“I am Dorothy, Trish’s older sister, but call me Dot, and you are?”
“Clare,” I stammered, slightly surprised by the new arrival, my mind still wondering what was going to happen at nine. “I am a friend of Karen’s,” I quickly added, this time more assured.
Dot smiled, and she asked, “Are you here by yourself?”
“Yes, I only met Karen recently, but I am enjoying myself; it’s a good party.”
“Yes, it is... Do you mind me sitting with you? I might be Trish’s sister, but other than her immediate family, I do not know anyone else.”
I didn’t mind Dot sitting with me; it was nice to talk to someone rather than just watch the crowd having fun.
She slid into the seat next to me and then opened the bottle of sparkling wine, and topped both our glasses up. Then she proceeded to tell us her story: “I live up in the Midlands and have come south for this and a little holiday. It is nice to spend some time with my sister; I am currently staying at the hotel opposite.”
I nodded in agreement, and in a short time we started talking about everything and anything, my drink constantly being topped up until I began to slightly feel its effects. Of course, I kept looking around to check where Karen was, but she seemed to be permanently busy talking to other guests.
The buffet opened, and Dot and I got some food before returning to our seats.
I asked Dot if she was married. Divorced was her reply, and with that, she told me a little about her personal history. She was the black sheep of the family, and Trish was the only one left within it that she was still in contact with. I did not press for details, though I couldn’t help but be intrigued.
Dot told me that she had a son, but he had now left home and was in the Royal Navy. She pulled out a photo to show me him in his uniform. He looked smart and handsome, and Dot was rightly proud of him.
As we ate and drank, but above all, chattered, I got to know Dot. She was easy to talk to, and the more we spoke, the more I liked her.
Dorothy was attractive, with long, darkly dyed hair, and she elegantly carried herself in a way that reminded me of Millie. Her most striking feature was her breasts. I didn’t know their size, but her figure was voluptuous. She later told me that she was forty-eight and the oldest sister of five.
With my mind half on the clock ticking above the bar, the food was moved to one side, and the disco started up. It made it more difficult for us to hear. So, Dot and I moved closer so we could carry on talking. I could feel Dot’s body warmth, and it gave me goosebumps.
I was asked to dance, but I guiltily turned the young man down. While I love dancing, I didn’t need any more complications; I had vowed tonight I would only dance with Karen.
With the clock seemingly stalled at eight-forty, Karen appeared on the dance floor, my eyes latching onto her as she danced in a circle with a group of her friends, a pile of handbags in the middle of them. Then, with a quick impious look my way, followed by a playful wave, I was there in the circle, dancing, though my handbag was still with Dot.
Karen and I danced with her friends; her eyes kept darting my way. She giggled and swayed to the music. Her friends, apart from Shan, were blissfully oblivious that Karen was mine and that we were a couple. Then I looked at the clock; it was almost nine, and with a glance at Karen, I left the circle, gracefully pranced back to Dot, and drained my drink.
